Chapter 177 - 180: Husband, Don’t Sneak a Snack

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Chapter 177: Chapter 180: Husband, Don’t Sneak a SnackChapter 180: Husband, Don’t Cheat on Me Oh Even Meng Youjing couldn’t face Lin Zifeng’s intimate gesture directly. She hadn’t expected this guy to be so shameless as to take advantage of Huahua in front of Ye Wudao, and what disgusted Meng Youjing even more was that he actually spewed such nauseatingly saccharine sweet nothings to Huahua. Zhang Zhixin, too, found himself utterly confused by it all, unable to figure out who exactly this man, seemingly without any distinguishing features, was. Of course, Zhang Zhixin was also unaware of the background of Ye Wudao’s visit. After all, Zhang Zhixin was somewhat famous within the Zhonghai City Jingjin circles, albeit for his negative reputation—a typical pampered scion and rich second-generation heir. Compared to Ye Wudao, he was more than just a little inferior. While Lin Zifeng and Huahua engaged in their cheesy flattery, Ye Wudao just smiled on the surface, still behaving like a gentleman, but someone from a similarly rich background like Zhang Zhixin showed signs of anger. His expression turned extremely unsightly. "Mr. Lin, may I know who this gentleman is?" Seeing how nauseatingly sweet Lin Zifeng and Huahua were with each other, Ye Wudao, being the clever man he was, quickly switched topics, directing the conversation at Zhang Zhixin. "Him?" Lin Zifeng pointed seriously at Zhang Zhixin, looking excited, which caused Zhang Zhixin to lift his proud head slightly and tilt his white-framed glasses in a self-righteous manner. After all, he carried some fame in the entertainment circles of Zhonghai City. But what Lin Zifeng said next almost made Zhang Zhixin drop his glasses in shock. "I don’t know him," Lin Zifeng stated seriously, shaking his head. Meng Youjing and Hua Buqi almost burst into laughter immediately. And the look on Zhang Zhixin’s face turned an exceptionally iron shade of blue in an instant. After all, wasn’t his status and identity far above that of Lin Zifeng’s? To be mockingly ignored in front of everyone was truly not a pleasant feeling. "Oh, hello, my name is Ye Wudao. Let’s get acquainted." Ye Wudao extended his hand towards Zhang Zhixin very politely. But having just been so blatantly ignored, Zhang Zhixin’s sense of superiority made him disdain to shake hands and exchange pleasantries with Ye Wudao, who he thought of as an insignificant lesser lineage young master. What he didn’t know was that if Ye Wudao’s true identity were to be revealed, it could crush him. It was just that Ye Wudao knew how to keep a lower profile. Seeing Zhang Zhixin straighten his white-framed glasses and turn his head away, Ye Wudao didn’t feel awkward but instead smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth. "Let me introduce. This is Zhang Zhixin, the vice-president of Sea Star Media Company, responsible for packaging Huahua and one of the promoters for collaborations. And this is the well-known scion of the Ye Group, Ye Wudao." Meng Youjing didn’t want there to be too much tension between them, so she hurriedly took on the role of mediator and introduced them to each other. "Oh! So it’s Mr. Zhang, it’s truly an honor to meet you," Ye Wudao said. Ye Wudao spoke with the gentlemanly demeanor that neither offended nor sycophantically flattered anyone. He exuded a stable and mature quality. Compared to him, Zhang Zhixin seemed to fall short in both temperament and cultivation. He didn’t even bother with the superficial courtesies, maintaining his arrogant demeanor. Ye Wudao wasn’t embarrassed by this unreasonable behavior, but his bodyguard, Zhang Biao, narrowed his eyes, calculating. Seeing this, Lin Zifeng hurriedly approached Ye Wudao in a very unscrupulous manner and laughed, "Young Master Ye is really indulging in an unusual hobby today, coming to see Huahua off to Macau. As Huahua’s boyfriend, I feel very apologetic. If there’s a day when you’re free, I’ll definitely have Huahua treat you to a meal. May I know your mobile number so Huahua can contact you..." Lin Zifeng was practically face to face with Ye Wudao, trying to cozy up to him like a bootlicker. Huahua, cradled in his arms, frowned, wishing she could strangle this bastard. Since when did he have the right to make decisions for her? The more Lin Zifeng tried to ingratiate himself, the more suspicious Ye Wudao became. He had witnessed Lin Zifeng’s so-called "wit" at the Martial Arts World clubhouse dining together, where Lin Zifeng had told Ye Wudao he was a security guard! Later, he had heard from his bodyguard that Lin Zifeng was definitely not a simple character. So, for now, without a clear understanding of Lin Zifeng’s background, Ye Wudao was reluctant to take Lin Zifeng’s words at face value. After all, there were all sorts of people nowadays. Types like Lin Zifeng were aplenty. If he really were some wealthy young master playing a game of the fox pretending to be the tiger, Ye Wudao could end up in a very awkward position, neither up nor down. He was deeply aware that there were always people better than oneself, a truth Ye Wudao, as a patient young master himself, understood well. Seeing Lin Zifeng chatting confidentially with Ye Wudao, Zhang Zhixin felt somewhat uncomfortable. After all, he was one of the guests there to send Huahua off and one of the investors responsible for her commercial performances and packaging. He believed he had the right to be informed about anything related to Huahua. Now, watching Lin Zifeng buttering up a nobody like Ye Wudao while leaving him out in the cold really got under his skin. After a brief exchange with Ye Wudao, Lin Zifeng patted Ye Wudao on the shoulder with a smile, "In the future, we’re counting on Young Master Ye’s help for any matters concerning Huahua." "By no means, by no means. We should look out for each other in the future. You can definitely count on me, Ye, for anything," Ye Wudao replied humbly. Zhang Zhixin was irked by Ye Wudao’s low profile. In Zhang Zhixin’s eyes, people like Ye Wudao, from a minor family in Zhonghai City, were a dime a dozen, at best an average rich second-generation. Could they compare with him? After all, he was also considered a talented and promising young man in both his company and his investment ventures. So, Lin Zifeng’s brown-nosing of Ye Wudao triggered Zhang Zhixin’s jealousy. If you were going to suck up to someone, you should at least make sure it’s the right person. Fawning over Ye Wudao was simply underestimating himself too much. "Huahua, it’s time for us to board the plane." Searᴄh the ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. At this point, Meng Youjing was getting anxious internally. After all, last time she let Lin Zifeng pose as a rich young gentleman to deceive Ye Wudao, not expecting Ye Wudao to actually show up this time. If they got to talking and touched upon Lin Zifeng’s family, who knew if that detestable guy Lin Zifeng would give away the game. So it was best to quickly board the plane, to avoid the risk of being exposed. If it came to it, she could always make an excuse to get away. In the worst-case scenario, she could put all the blame on Lin Zifeng. After all, he was just an insignificant bodyguard. Meng Youjing hadn’t interacted much with him. His death wouldn’t be tied to her in the slightest. "If Miss Huahua returns, she must inform Ye. I will gladly host a banquet for Miss Huahua to welcome her back and freshen her up after the journey." Ye Wudao maintained his composure and courtesy, not showing any signs of being a wastrel. Instead, he conveyed to others a refined and elegant manner, even turning the heads of passing girls at the airport. Hua Buqi, still the same indifferent self, followed Meng Youjing with her luggage, heading straight to the airport’s interior without even a backward glance. In her eyes, none of these men were any good; most were just as her sister Meng had said: men who thought with their lower bodies, lacking brains. And in an instant she disappeared into the crowd.

Chapter 177 - 180: Husband, Don’t Sneak a Snack

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